The triumph of social media has destroyed the old way of celebrating anniversaries. In previous generations, the arrival of a significant date would be commemorated with some sort of reunion. Because such things happened at intervals of five or ten years, people would anticipate them, and make plans for travel, etc.
Alas, in our benighted age, people think that 'following' on various social media platforms fulfills this function. It does not. Partly because of Covid, there was no 30th year reunion for my high school graduating class, and the 20-year festivities had abysmal attendance. Easier to just send messages on Facebook or something.
The problem is that social media is not real life. People inherently seek attention, and so they manipulate the information they share about themselves, inflating accomplishments to bolster their self-esteem or highlighting challenges to gain sympathy.
Either way, social media serves as a form of performance art, and is no substitute for human contact.
Indeed, it amplifies the worst aspects of human behavior.
Happily, there are still places where people gather to meet face-to-face, and yesterday I participated in one of them. My exact contemporaries were few, but the fact that multiple generations gathered and could still share common experiences and relate to one another in terms of life rather than politics or a need to find scapegoats was wonderful. Indeed, attendance was unusually high, particularly among the younger crowd.
This gives me hope that perhaps people are realizing that online relationships lack the fullness of a personal touch. Far better to spend a few hours talking face to face than simply clicking thumbs up or offering commentary.
Human were built to be together - to hear, to see and to touch one another. After the lockdowns, maybe people are more sensitive to his. We can only hople.